Chapter 3-The Perfect Boy
! Pan's Dream!
A sour lump rose in my throat as I looked around. It was dark all around except from a small light that was on just in front of me. Slowly I edge forward trying to get a better look at what I was supposed to be viewing. There right in front of me was our house…not blown up. The lump instantly went away and I grinned ear to ear. I must have been dreaming all that stuff up! I silently cheered in happiness. No bomb, no doctors, and NO Mr. Johnson! I was so relived that I skipped up to the door. I was about to knock when something caught my eye. There in the back yard was no other than little ol' me strolling along. Forgetting completely about my happiness I slowly edged in to the back yard. The girl, ME, was heading to the bushes her bunny slippers sloshing with water as she went. "NO…NOT AGAIN!" realization hit me head on. Everything was re-playing in my mind as I was sleeping! I wanted to get out of this dream, no this nightmare…NOW. I marched around in circles screaming insanities, cursing kami until it happened. A BOOM once again sounded as I watch again. The girl/me flew across the yard crudely hitting the tree. Damn. Then I saw it. A dark figure approached as the rubble of my once perfect house fell.

"THERE SON GOKU NOW I HAVE HAD MY REVENGE!" the figure screamed out. His horrible screechy voice made my eardrums jingle. Then the memory faded.
The light faded in to nothingness as I awoke to hear the most awful sound I could hear at the moment. Hard Rock was literally blaring in to my ears. "Damn Kami. What's he trying to do make me loose my hearing too!" I laughed dryly grinning as I punched the little alarm radio shattering it in to thousands of little pieces. 'That was on hell of a dream.' I sighed, Stretched, and popped my sore muscles that were sore from clenching them all night during that terrible dream.
"You know that wasn't very nice." I turned and glared at what ever had interrupted my relaxing time.
"What wasn't very nice?" I practically growled at the figure leaning on the door.
"Why smashing that kawaii little clock radio of yours of course." The voice was clam but sharp.
"It's not mine." I said walking up to the door. I was met with the bluest eyes I had ever seen. High cheekbones outlined his face perfectly and defined his piercing eyes. Light purple hair was the finishing touch that made me loose all feeling in my already weak knees. "Who are you?" I questioned glaring momentarily. The perfect boy's mouth twitched upward into a small smirk. "That's a new one usually people recognize me…Oh well my name is Trunks Briefs." I had heard that name before he was the newest rave with the popular girls. I heard his name mentioned once or twice in the halls. Jerk. "So…?"
Why was he in my room? Just before my dirty little mouth could blast out a nasty comment a blue-headed women entered the room. She had BIG blue eyes with just a few little wrinkles blotched out by her rosy pink blush. A smile outlined her face showing glossy rows of strait white teeth. I smiled a little thinking how her smile reminded me of kassan. I sighed and shrugged my shoulders. "Ohayo," I mumbled under my breath gloomily. The blue-headed woman's smile, if possible got wider.
"Ohayo! My name 's Bulma," she pointed lightly with her index finger to the lavender-headed jerk "And this is my son Trunks," She chirped at me. I grinned so THIS is Bulma
"I know. We've met." Trunks said smirking over to me.
"Oh…that's nice well since your awake I just wanted to tell you…you that I'm sorry for what happened to your folks." I nodded and forced a small pathetic excuse for a smile. "I was real close to them ya' know…" She sighed and wiped a few tears that had slipped down her check smearing her mascara. "Well anyway," she said happy again, "I was wondering if you would like to come stay at my house…I mean just for a little while…Please it would make me feel good!" She literally begged making puppy dog eyes at me.
I smirked knowing she'd won. "Why not?" chirped out breezily.
End Chapter 3